The Rain in Spain... erm... France

I am completely and thoroughly soaked. Seriously, soaked. It wasn't so bad initially and I thought I would go wander around Place de le Republique, but I was oh-so-wrong. After finding a few fabulous restaurants I will have to go visit later, it started POOOOOOURING... rain I often didn't even see in Portland. Huge, fat, wet drops... it was hopeless and I was already soaked, so instead of trying to wait it out, I went and bought a baguette from the most amazing bakery, shoved half of it in my bag, and started gnawing on the other half as I trudged through the rain.

Anyway, here's the aftermath. I don't think you can tell too well from the pictures, but trust me, I was very wet.




If you think I look dry, you are wrong. Some of the true effect of this picture wore off because I had to take six flights of stairs before taking this picture.

Anyway, here is the gorgeous baguette that I enjoyed probably a bit too much.





Which of course I ate with this magnificent orange-mold rinded cheese:

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